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Page 27 of 1151909 · PDF PAGE 100
…emoirs, this sturdy and valiant record of a very noble life, How surely and steadily has Mrs, Besant moved, urged by the one un- selfish thought, high-minded love for humanity, from her Eden through the hell of revolt to the Paradise that so few earn! And she is still fighting in the flesh, though her spirit has its peace. Priceless and unenvied reward of suffering ! True it is, that the chosen of the Masters must leave all. The lightest breeze can stir the Feather of our Lady Maat; there must be no breath of passion or of thought, if we would …
1929 · PDF PAGE 123
…cts with the soot of the magic dark-lantern, whose candles were prepared with human fat. But the Grimoire of any great operation must be thought out and composed; according to elaborate rules, indeed, but with the purpose of the work constantly in mind. Even when all this is done, the Grimoire is hardly begun; for it must be copied out in the way above indicated; and it should be illuminated with every kind of appropriate design. This was an ideal task for Arthwait; he was able to wallow in dog-latin and corrupt Greek-Coptic; he made sentences …
1899 · PDF PAGE 60
… with fervid fires Of holiest desires Into I know not what a cradle, made Of subtle-shapéd shade, And arms most perdurable. I am lost In thought beyond all cost— Nay, but my spirit breaks the slender chain That held it down. The pain Of death is past and I am free. Nay, I, This body, dead, must lie Till Thou come home again, O soaring Soul. The gates supernal roll ! Flash through them, O white-winged, white-blossom ghost ! Ah, God! for I am lost. - [Jephthah remains motionless, [Morning dawns. Enter Jared, Soldters, Prophet. SOLDIERS. . Hail, c…
1901 · PDF PAGE 99
… corridors, and foaming seas, And crag-hewn pinnacles, accept the wind’s Wild fingers: not even the eagle-piercing mind's Chill sword of thought: a woman’s agony Yet draws its beauty from the sacred sea. Hear how this fell. A stern Dissenter dwelt Lone in a fertile valley: lonely he, Lonelier the sharp-faced wife: each day they knelt In loveless worship: thrice a week they see
1913 · PDF PAGE 190
…ITTER and shrill, O wind , bitter and shrill, D Spare us no slashings of thy frozen blade ; Most potent slayer, stunning heart and will, Thought -numbing , grinding, searing , unafraid ; Scourge of the iron sea and snow - dumb ways , Whirl the white stinging dust through lifeless skies ; We wear the shackles of relentless days , Give us thy keenliest - whetted cruelties : Then , when we flee , by shadowy ways and far , These mindless shapes bereft of mystery , And fare through lands where scents and colours are , Yea , we - whose souls are smal…
1907 · PDF PAGE 56
… us examine more closely l” Tucking forthwith the Man under his wing, the Angel flew incontinently earthward. “The globe is bigger than I thought,” said the Man. “ Curious illu sion: it is a concave bowl of blue,” said the Man. “Nay! but it is a vast plain; and there go the ships; no doubt, were it only August I should see that great Leviathan, whom Thou (addressing the Almighty) hast made to play therein. But the silly season is long past.” And he cursed it for a barren ocean. Luckily he was not Christ, or Mr. Swinburne would have found it diffi…
1899 · PDF PAGE 54
…hat the pallid bays Fringed with white foam. But, as in pity, yet The sun forgot his chariot, nor would set, Since as he sank the maiden thought to leap Within the bosom of the vaulted deep From that high pedestal. And seeing this, That yet an hour was left her, Archais Lift up her voice and prayed with zeal divine To Aphrodite, who from her far shrine Heard and flew fast to aid over the night-clad brine. PRAYER OF ARCHAIS O Mother of Love, By whom the earth and all its fountains move In harmony, Hear thou the bitter overwhelming cry Of me, who…
1904 · PDF PAGE 92
…pent’s head Is called the soul of man: That light in shadows subtly shed The glamour of life’s plan. The sea whereon that lotus grows Is thought’s abyss of tears and woes. Leave Sirenusa! Even Greece Forget! they are not there! By worship cometh not the Peace, The Silence not by prayer! Leave the illusions, life and time And death, and seek that star sublime— Until the lotus and the sea And snake no longer are, And single through eternity Exists alone the Star, And utter Knowledge rise and cease In that which is beyond the Peace!
1903 · PDF PAGE 9
…le, must have led hither—hither to death in this Anglo-Saxon-blasted corner of Japan, here, at the very outpost of the East. He spoke my thought. “ Here I lie,” he said, “ east of all things. All my life I have been travelling eastward, and now there is now no further east to go.” “ There is America,” I said. I had to say something. “ Where the disappearance of man has followed that of manners : the exit of God has not wished to lag behind that of grammar. I have no use for American men, and only one use for American women.” “ Of a truth,” I sa…
1911 · PDF PAGE 191
…would gaze Into dead Pharaoh’s awful eyes Start from incalculable amaze Το clutch the initiate‘s place and prize. He bore the blistering thought aloft: It blazed in battle on his plume: With sage and warrior enfeofi’ed, He rushed alone through tower and tomb, The myriad men, the cohorts armed, Are shred like husks : the ensanguine brand Leaps like a flame, a flame encharmed Το fire the pyramid heaven-spanned Wherein dead Pharaoh sits and stares, Swathed in the wrappings of the tomb, With eyes whose horror flits and flares Like corpse~lightsglimmerin…
1911 · PDF PAGE 191
…would gaze Into dead Pharaoh’s awful eyes Start from incalculable amaze Το clutch the initiate‘s place and prize. He bore the blistering thought aloft: It blazed in battle on his plume: With sage and warrior enfeofi’ed, He rushed alone through tower and tomb, The myriad men, the cohorts armed, Are shred like husks : the ensanguine brand Leaps like a flame, a flame encharmed Το fire the pyramid heaven-spanned Wherein dead Pharaoh sits and stares, Swathed in the wrappings of the tomb, With eyes whose horror flits and flares Like corpse~lightsglimmerin…
1912 · PDF PAGE 68
…—O thou gosling scant of grace! The dream breaks, and Sir Palamede Wakes to the glass of his fool’s face! “ Ah, ’sdeath!” (quod he), “by thought and deed This brute for ever mocketh me. The lance is made a broken reed, The brain is but a barren tree— For all the beautiful Design Is but mine own geometry!” With that his wrath brake out like wine. He plunged his body in, and shattered The whole delusion asinine. All the false water-nymphs that flattered He killed with his resounding curse— O fool of God! as if it mattered! So, nothing better, rat…
1907 · PDF PAGE 186
…is dread. Be your portals rended! Your bolts be as nought ! The ethereal kings Encompass my head. My soul hath transcended The limits of thought ! Unbar me the gates! Revolve me the hinges! Mine be the Fate! Mine be the springes Wherein ye have taken The spirits forsaken ! But I, shall I quail at a nod? Shall I fail for a God? [s the soul of me shaken? Darklier winding And steeper the way, Baffling and blinding Eyes used to the day. Rocks cloven by thunder And shattered by storm Awry or asunder Rise and reform In marvellous coils Round the adam…
1929 · PDF PAGE 97
… a triangle on the base of two opposites, making an apex transcending their contradiction in a higher harmony. It is not safe to use any thought in Magick, unless that thought bas been thus equilibrated and destroyed. Thus again with the instruments themselves; the Wand must be ready to change into a Serpent, the Pantacle into the whirling Svastika or Disk of Jove, as if to fulfil the functions of the Sword. 1. This is becausc the essence of his being a Magician is his intuitive appréhension of the fundamental principles of the Universe. His in…
1904 · PDF PAGE 44
…te on the wharf. SIR PERCY. Ah ! she has dropped this ! A cruel fool am I ; I took an honied kiss ; I revelled in pure bliss ; Yet never thought to try A keepsake to obtain To wear my heart upon. Now God is great and gracious ; Here’s medicine for my pain. She has left it ; she has gone ! How sweet the air and spacious !
1910 · PDF PAGE 309
…went With melancholy pace and sad intent Unto the burying-ground without the wall; And there he sat, stern and funereal, Wrapped in deep thought from any outward sense, A monument of earnest patience! “Sire!” (a disciple dared at length to say) “That wicked person took another way.” “Wide is the desert,” said the saintly seer: “ But this is certain, that he must come here.” ALEISTER CROWLEY. 291
1910 · PDF PAGE 309
…went With melancholy pace and sad intent Unto the burying-ground without the wall; And there he sat, stern and funereal, Wrapped in deep thought from any outward sense, A monument of earnest patience! “Sire!” (a disciple dared at length to say) “That wicked person took another way.” “Wide is the desert,” said the saintly seer: “ But this is certain, that he must come here.” ALEISTER CROWLEY. 291
1929 · PDF PAGE 110
…ntil reaction set in. The affair got into the papers, and some particularly bright disciple of John Stuart Mill, logician and economist, thought that these words, having set one set of fools crazy, might do the same to ail the other fools in the world. He accordingly wrote a song, and produced the desired resuit. This is the most notorious example in recent times of the power exerted by a barbarous name of évocation. A few words may be useful to reconcile the general notion of Causality with that of Magick. How can we be sure that a person wavi…
1929 · PDF PAGE 143
…to find that I had completely lost the object of concentration. I could not think what I wished to find or where to find it. I naturally thought something was very wrong. Here was an occasion when Allan's experience proved invaluable. Without it, I might have been {247} frightened into giving up the practice. But he told me the result was good, showing that I was approaching the state of what is called "neighbourhood concentration". Another experience was this: I found myself at one and thee same moment conscious of external things in the backg…
1905 · PDF PAGE 264
…minated else In twice the tempest echoed to the last! VOL. I. THE UNKNOWN MINSTREL. It was most necessary for yourself To formulate your thought in Fnough— The thought transmuted in the very act. word. TANNHAUSER. You know? You know! The new illusion gone! Bitter, O bitter will it be to say ! THE UNKNOWN MINSTREL. Due grace and courage will be found for you. Farewell, Tannhauser ! TANNHAUSER. Shall we meet again? THE UNKNOWN MINSTREL. There is one glamour you must wreathe in gloom Before you come to the dark hill of dreams. TANNHAUSER. My soul …